Veteran's Day

My father never enlisted, nor did my husband.  Cliff tried to sign up when his best friend joined up, but he was too overweight.  An old doctor once told him he should have tried again in a couple of years, because by then the Vietnam conflict had gone on so long that the military was taking anybody they could get.  Well, by then he was married with a baby on the way, so any thoughts of enlisting were long gone.  Thank goodness!    

This is my brother-in-law, Russell.  A kinder, more gentle man never walked the earth.  I never heard him raise his voice.  I can't imagine what horrors he must have seen during his time in the service in World War II.  

This is my mom's brother, my Uncle Paul, who also served in World War II.  Mother kept the letters she received from both of these soldiers, written from overseas.  I still have the letter from Uncle Paul congratulating her on my birth.  

Due to the kindness of one of my very best Internet friends, I was fortunate to be able to stay at her place for a few days and see some of the sights in Washington, DC.  She served as my tour guide, and one of the things I got to see was the then-new World War II memorial.  

We can't forget my son, who participated in Desert Storm.

God bless our veterans.